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untitled The captive Baby Sitter
As the fall evening grew cooler, Julie wished she had brought a
sweater as she stepped up to Lucy Jensen's front door. All she wore
was a floral sleeveless dress and flats, and she was feeling the
chill in the air. It had been years since Julie had done any
babysitting, not since high school, and as she now rang Lucy's
doorbell, unfound memories of the brats she had been asked to watch
on those occasions flashed through her mind. It was no wonder that
when Lucy, a single mother whom she had gotten to know this semester
at community college, had asked Julie between classes this morning
if she could watch her daughter tonight, Julie had hesitated.
"Please say you will," Lucy had said sweetly, wrapping her long,
slim fingers around Julie's hand. "I've got a date tonight with
someone very special and my mom's got the flu. I don't know who else
I can ask at this short notice."
Lucy was very nice, and very pretty: winsome, with smiling blue eyes
and short blond hair. Julie had liked the feel of Lucy's hand around
hers, and couldn't help but be a little jealous of Lucy's date.
"It wouldn't really be like babysitting," Lucy had reasoned.
"Karen's eighteen, after all. I just get worried leaving her alone in
the house. Besides," she had smiled, giving Julie's hand a gentle
squeeze, "I think she'll really like you. I know I do."
"In that case, how can I refuse?" Julie had smiled back . . .
"Hi. Are you Julie?" A teenaged girl with long blond hair and blue
eyes stood in the open doorway.
She wore a soft cotton blouse, jeans and black socks, and had a
bright grin on her face.
"That's me," Julie smiled back. "You must be Karen."
"Yup. Come on in. Mom's already left," Karen explained, closing the
door behind them. As they walked into the living room, another girl
with somewhat darker, shoulder length hair, dressed in a sweatshirt,
shorts and white socks, walked in from the kitchen.
"This is my friend Keri," Karen said.
"Hi, Keri."
"Hi," Keri smiled shyly.
Julie raised one eyebrow. "So I'm babysitting the both of you, is
that it?"
Karen rolled her eyes, still grinning. "We're not that bad."
Julie laughed out loud. "It's no problem."
"Cool," Keri smiled more broadly. "I just nuked some popcorn, if you
guys want some."
The three settled down in the living room with popcorn and soft
drinks, Julie on the sofa, Keri in a big leather recliner, and Karen
on the carpeted floor on her stomach, turning on the television set
and flipping through channels with the remote. At one point Karen
set down the remote to grab a fistful of popcorn, and a scene from
an old film appeared on the screen. In it, an escape artist was
hanging upside down in a tank full of water, endeavoring to free
himself from the confines of a straight jacket.
Keri began to giggle. "Hey, Kar, you remember when we tied Sharon up
last summer?"
Several kernels of popcorn sputtered through Karen's lips as she
laughed. "Yeah. She couldn't get loose. She started to really get
scared, even though she was laughing."
Julie grinned. "You know, when I was little, and we played cowboys
and Indians, I was always the white settler woman who got caught by
the Indians. The other kids would tie me up, but I always got
loose."
Karen looked back at Julie with her head propped up on one hand.
"Really?
"Yup. Always managed to wriggle out."
"I'll bet Keri and I could tie you up so you couldn't get loose."
Julie smirked. "I don't think so."
Karen sat up. "Wanna bet?"
"Oh, please," Julie rolled her eyes.
Keri spoke up now. "Dare you. Double dare you."
Julie had long ago recognized that not once in her life had she been
able to resist a dare, and it was quickly becoming evident to her
that this time was not going to be an exception. She thought for a
moment.
"What are you going to tie me up with?"
The two teenagers looked at each other.
"If it's rope, forget it," Julie said firmly. "Rope burns."
"Don't you have some old stockings we can use, Kar?" Keri asked.
Karen turned the television set off and stood up. "Good idea." She
ran off to her bedroom and came back with two pairs. As Julie sat
forward on the sofa with her wrists together, Karen took one
stocking and wrapped it tightly around Julie's wrists, ending up by
tying what she thought was her best knot.
Julie wriggled her arms around and around and back and forth for
several minutes and managed to free herself.
"Hey!" Karen exclaimed, disappointed.
"Let me try." Keri said. She took the stocking from Julie, who,
smirking knowingly, again offered her wrists for bondage. Keri
looped the nylon around and between Julie's wrists, finished with a
knot and stepped back.
It took Julie several minutes longer, but just as a satisfied grin
began to form on Keri's face, Julie again freed herself.
"See? That was too easy."
"Okay," Keri said. "We'll try it one more time. But this time, you
sit in the recliner, okay Julie?"
"Sure," Julie smiled, stepping over to the recliner and sinking into
it, "but it won't make a difference."
"We'll see," Keri said, stepping behind the back of the recliner.
"Gimme your hands."
Julie raised her hands over her head, and Keri pulled them back
behind Julies head, again wrapping the stocking tightly around
Julie's wrists. As she did this, she looked at her friend and nodded
at Julie's legs. Karen caught on immediately and grabbed another
stocking.
As Karen approached Julie, Keri pulled Julie's arms toward her,
yanking Julie back. Julie's weight against the back of the recliner
forced it to open up, and the footrest brought her legs up.
"Hey!" Julie started.
"Relax," Karen said, winding a stocking around her bare ankles.
"We're just making you
comfortable."
"Now wait a minute," Julie protested, "you guys are going too far."
She tried to lift herself up, but Keri had already stretched the
nylon down and was tying the end to the rear base of the recliner,
pinning back Julie's bare biceps on either side of her head. Karen
quickly bound Julies ankles together, brought the loose end of the
stocking down beneath the footrest and, stretching the nylon tautly,
fastened it to the connecting rods.
When both girls were done they stepped back to admire their
handiwork. Julie was indeed struggling against her bonds, yanking at
her wrists and wiggling her feet. She tried this for several minutes
before finally realizing that she wasn't going anywhere.
"See?" Keri grinned.
"Told you we could do it," Karen agreed.
Julie relaxed. "Okay, okay, you win. I can't get loose. You can let
me go, now."
Karen laughed out loud. "No way!"
"C'mon," Julie said.
Karen looked Julie over and noticed that Julie's flats had slipped
off her heels and were dangling on her toes from her constant
wriggling. She reached down, placed her index finger behind the heel
of Julie's left shoe and flicked her finger up quickly, sending the
shoe flying off of Julies bare foot.
"Hey!" Julie cried.
"Oops," Karen giggled. "You lost your shoe." She reached down again
and flicked off Julie's other shoe.
"Hey!" Julie cried again. "Give me back my shoes!"
Karen nudged her friend with her elbow and winked. Keri grinned
back, and the two knelt on the floor on either side of the footrest.
Karen studied Julie's bare soles. The balls and heels of her feet
were flushed pink, and the skin on her arches and beneath her toes
was pale. There was no musky odor, but rather the very slight
fragrance of perfumed soap.
"C'mon, guys, let me go," Julie whined.
"Know what I read someplace, Julie?" Karen asked.
"What?"
"I read that in the Pacific islands, when the tribes went to war
with each other, they would torture their prisoners. The men would
torture the male prisoners, and the women would torture the female
prisoners . . . "
"Karen," Julie warned nervously, "this isn't funny any more. Let me
go."
"And the men used all kinds of nasty tortures on the male prisoners,
like burning them with hot coals, or burying them up to their necks
on the beach and waiting for the tide to come in. But you know how
the women tortured their female captives?"
"Karen, please . . . "
"I'll tell you how. They tickled their feet."
Julie's eyes widened. "Karen, no! Please!"
In unison, each girl brought one hand toward each of Julie's bare
feet and began to gently caress the soles, gliding their fingers
very lightly up and down, up and down. Julie bucked, yanking
frantically at the nylons binding her wrists and ankles. She wasn't
giggling yet, but she clamped her eyes shut, shaking her head from
side to side, burying her face into her stretched biceps, trying
with all the will power she could muster to cope with the terrible
tickling sensations on the soles of her feet.
"Stop! Stop it! It tickles!"
The two girls kept tickling while Karen went on with her history
lesson.
"Yup, they would just tickle their feet, very slowly and very
lightly, just like this, all over . . . "
Karen slowly glided her fingertips across Julie's right sole, around
the outer edge of her foot, and began to gently stroke the top of
her foot, from the tops of the toes to the ankle, while Keri
continued to softly caress Julie's left sole with the soft pads of
her fingertips, up and down, up and down. A smile finally grew on
Julie's face.
"Tee-hee-hee-hee-hee. Stop it. Hee-hee-hee-hee-hee. It tickles."
No matter how much Julie wiggled her feet, Keri kept stroking up and
down Julie's left sole, never changing her technique, always lightly
running the five fingertips of her left hand from the ball of the
foot just below the toes, slowly down the sole, along the arch and
edge of the foot, down to the soft heel, and then slowly back up
again, gently, almost lovingly, as if Julie's bare sole craved
Keri's soft touch. Karen ran the fingertips of her right hand up and
down the top of Julie's right foot several more times before gliding
them up over the tips of the toes and back down to the sole,
stopping just at the top of the arch. She then began to wiggle her
fingertips there, slowly, lightly teasing the skin.
Julie began to laugh out loud now. "Sto-hah-hah-hah-hahp!
Plea-hee-hee-hee-hee-hee-heese!"
Karen continued her oration while she and Keri tickled and tickled.
"Could you imagine being one of those women being tortured, Julie?
Two women, or maybe even three or four, tickling and tickling all
over your bare feet?"
With that, Karen brought her left hand up and began to lightly
wiggle her fingertips along the skin on the top of Julie's right
foot while the fingertips of her right hand wiggled just as slowly
and lightly and fiendishly along Julie's right sole.
"And they would never stop, Julie," Karen said. "If the women
tickling you got tired or bored, there were always more to take
their places. They would just tickle and tickle your feet."
Keri followed suit, tickling with both hands, flicking all of her
fingertips just a bit more quickly, but just as lightly and
teasingly, on every bit of skin, all over the sole and top of
Julie's left foot. Julie was in hysterics now, guffawing and
thrashing as wildly as her bonds would allow, pleading and begging
the girls to stop tickling her feet between insane shrieks of
laughter.
"Hah-hah-hah-hah-hah! Sto-hah-hah-hah-hah-hahp! It
ti-hi-hi-hi-hicles! You're tickling my
fe-hee-hee-hee-heet!"
The two girls were merciless in their torturing of Julie's bare
feet. The lightness of their touch never wavered. Both girls had
very short nails, and they never scratched, never allowed their
fingertips to do any more than flick teasingly on the skin. They
were oblivious to Julie's screams of laughter, and hardly more than
a grin appeared on their faces. They were immersed, totally
fascinated with the sensations they knew their fingertips were
producing on the skin of Julie's feet. They tickled and tickled.
Ultimately, all Julie could do was laugh and laugh. Her mind could
not even form the words she needed to plead for mercy. All that
existed in her universe was helpless laughter and the awful constant
tickling from the ten dancing fingertips that felt like ants
crawling all over her bare feet. Just as Julie thought she was about
to lose her mind and consciousness seemed to begin to cloud over,
the tickling stopped abruptly.
Julie's laughter ceased just as suddenly, and as she fought to
regain her breath, she opened her eyes and saw what had interrupted
her torment.
Three women had entered the living room. One of them was Lucy, who
was closing the door behind them. The others were an Italian-looking
girl with curly, shoulder-length brown hair and a Mexican with an
ebony pony tail ending at the middle of her back. All three were
dressed to kill, with very high, very clinging evening dresses,
sheer stockings and heels. They stood there, taking in the sight of
the two teenaged girls kneeling at the bare feet of a bound and
helpless Julie.
"Looks like we missed the real party, ladies," the Mexican girl
smirked.
Lucy placed her hands on her hips and looked sternly at Karen.
"What's going on?"
"We were just tickling Julie's feet, Mom," Karen said as innocently
as she could.
"Lucy, untie me, please!" Julie cried out. "They were driving me
crazy!"
"Karen," Lucy said calmly, "go up to your room. We'll talk later."
"Yes, Mom," Karen sulked. She rose and headed toward the stairs.
The Italian-looking girl shot a withering stare at Keri. "That means
you too, Keri."
"Yes, Mom." Keri rose and followed Karen up the stairs.
When they heard Karen's bedroom door shut, the three women walked
over to Julie. Lucy knelt at Julie's right side, Keri's mother at
her left, and the Mexican at her feet.
Lucy stroked Julie's damp forehead. "Oh, Sweety. I'm sorry, hon."
"It's okay." Julie enjoyed Lucy's touch for a moment. "Can you untie
me, now?"
Keri's mother also reached over to stroke Julie's hair. "I hope
you'll understand that the girls didn't mean any harm," she said
sweetly. She leaned over and softly kissed Julie on the cheek.
"This is Monica, Julie, that special someone I told you about," Lucy
told her. "Are you sure you're okay?" Lucy then also began to plant
soft kisses on Julie's forehead and right cheek.
"No harm done." The thrill of having these two beautiful women
lavish such loving attention on her was almost enough to make her
forget the torment their daughters had just inflicted on her. "It's
just that they were so tickly, and I'm so ticklish."
The Mexican girl started to stroke the tops of Julie's feet
soothingly with the palm of her right hand.
"Poor thing. I'm Esperanza, Julie. Now that we're here, maybe we can
help you to feel better." With that, Esperanza lowered her lips to
Julie's toes and softly kissed the tip of each toe one by one.
"Poor thing," Lucy cooed over and over again, caressing Julie's brow
and kissing her cheek.
"Yes, poor baby," Monica whispered, letting her kisses stray from
Julie's left cheek to the underside of her left biceps, kissing
softly up to the elbow and back down to the biceps, sending chills
through Julie's spine.
The tender kisses that these three women were planting on her cheeks
and arms and toes were sending electric pleasure throughout Julie's
body, impulses that seemed to culminate between her bound legs. She
could feel herself moistening, feel her clit beginning to swell. She
moaned.
Lucy brought her face away from Julie's and began to run the tip of
her right index finger's long nail along the underside of Julie's
right biceps. She smiled sweetly.
"You know, I've noticed the way you've been stealing looks at me
this semester. I like it. And I like you. You're so sweet. I love
your smile. And I love your laugh. You really sounded so cute when
we walked in and the girls were still tickling your feet." Having
said that, Lucy lowered her mouth to Julie's smooth, shaven right
armpit and, with the tip of her tongue, licked at it once, very
slowly.
Julie giggled abruptly. "Hee-hee-hee-hee-hee! No, not that!"
Monica grinned wickedly and brought her own mouth to Julie's left
armpit, interspersing soft kisses with light, quick flicks of the
tip of her tongue.
"No-ho-ho-ho-ho! Plea-hee-hee-hee-heese!" Julie laughed out loud.
"Well," Esperanza spoke up, "I guess I get these tasty feet." With
the flat of her tongue, Esperanza licked once, slowly and steadily,
from Julie's left heel up to her toes.
She went to Julie's right foot and licked once in just the same way,
from heel to toes. Back to the left sole for one lick, then back to
the right sole for another lick, over and over, while Lucy and
Monica licked and licked Julie's bare armpits. Upward licks, over
and over again. Like kittens lapping up milk.
Julie was in hysterics for the second time tonight, but this time
the torturous tickling was compounded with Lucy's constant
whisperings of, "Poor thing. Sweet, sweet thing," between licks at
Julie's right armpit. Julie also felt her crotch getting wetter and
wetter.
Julie's squeals of laughter suddenly heightened in pitch, and Lucy
and Monica stopped licking to see that Esperanza was now using her
long fingernails, quickly fluttering the tips up and down Julie's
sensitive bare soles.
Monica returned to attack Julie's left armpit, using her own long
fingernails in light, downward scratches. Lucy reached down with her
right hand and tickled all over Julie's ribs and stomach.
"Aw," Lucy teased, "Poor Julie's ticklish. Tickle, tickle, tickle."
"Hah, hah, hah, hah!" Julie screamed. "Ple-hee-hee- heese! No more!"
Lucy showed no mercy, though, and as Monica scratched lightly at
Julie's left armpit and Esperanza continued to tickle and tickle all
over Julie's bare feet with her long fingernails, Lucy propped
herself up, placed her hands on either side of Julie's rib cage and
tickled.
"Kootchie, kootchie, koo. Tickle tickle, tickle." She dug her
fingertips into Julie's ribs all over, up and down, over and over
again, tickling and tickling with the same fervor her daughter had
displayed when she had tickled and tickled Julie's bare foot.
Lucy tickled Julie's tummy, went back to her ribs, back down to her
tummy, and then quickly
reached down, grabbed the hem of Julie's floral dress and pulled it
up above her waist. She reached up beneath the dress and found
Julie's breasts. Julie was wearing a satin bra, and Lucy tweaked at
the nipples, lightly scratching at the tips of the nipples through
the fabric with the tips of the nails on her index fingers.
"Tickle, tickle, tickle. Tickle, tickle, tickle."
Julie was frantic. Her deep guffaws were quickly interspersed with
high-pitched squeals of laughter.
Monica savagely tickled both armpits, Lucy tickled her nipples and
her ribs, Esperanza tickled and tickled her bare feet, and the
entire time her crotch was getting wetter and wetter, and her clit
was tingling, almost burning, getting more and more swollen.
Lucy sensed this and withdrew her hands from Julie's nipples and
ribs. She reached down, placed the palm of her right hand on the
crotch of Julie's satin panties. When she felt the tip of Julie's
swollen button beneath the fabric, she wiggled the tip of her middle
finger over it very quickly. "Julie's ticklish here, too," Lucy
cooed. "Julie's a very ticklish girl. Tickle, tickle, Julie. Tickle,
tickle, tickle."
Monica now had gone back to licking Julie's left armpit, up and up,
over and over, while she
squeezed and fondled Julie's breasts. Esperanza was endeavoring to
cover every square inch of bare skin on Julie's feet with her
tongue.
Lucy continued to tickle the tip of Julie's clit through the fabric
of her panties. It was too much. The tidal wave of sensation
overwhelmed Julie. The tickling of her clit had become unbearable.
Her laughter stopped for a moment. He breath caught in her throat.
Lucy said the word "tickle" one last time, and Julie grunted so hard
that she thought her throat wouldn't bear the strain. There was an
explosion of release within her, and then another, and then a third
and a fourth. Her grunts softened, turned to moans, and she realized
that the tickling had stopped.
"That was so cool," Esperanza said and began to undo the stocking
that held Julie's ankles.
Monica rose, stepped behind the recliner, undid Keri's handiwork and
then looked at her watch. "Christ," she said, "look at the time.
I've got to work tomorrow."
"Same here," Esperanza said. She got up and planted a soft kiss on
Julie's lips. "Nice meeting you, Julie. Hope we can do this again
soon."
Julie could only nod.
"Me, too," said Monica. She leaned down, kissed Julie on the lips
and turned to Lucy, who was still kneeling at Julie's right side.
"Keep my brat until tomorrow, okay? And don't be too hard on Karen."
"Well, it was no way for her to treat the baby-sitter, but on the
other hand," she reached over to take Julie's right hand, "I think
it worked out for the best. Right, Julie?"
Julie smirked, still exhausted. "Just wait until it's your turn."
Lucy laughed. "Oh yeah? I double dare you."
At that, Julie grinned, because not once in her life had she been
able to resist a dare.
The End .
untitled The captive Baby Sitter
As the fall evening grew cooler, Julie wished she had brought a
sweater as she stepped up to Lucy Jensen's front door. All she wore
was a floral sleeveless dress and flats, and she was feeling the
chill in the air. It had been years since Julie had done any
babysitting, not since high school, and as she now rang Lucy's
doorbell, unfound memories of the brats she had been asked to watch
on those occasions flashed through her mind. It was no wonder that
when Lucy, a single mother whom she had gotten to know this semester
at community college, had asked Julie between classes this morning
if she could watch her daughter tonight, Julie had hesitated.
"Please say you will," Lucy had said sweetly, wrapping her long,
slim fingers around Julie's hand. "I've got a date tonight with
someone very special and my mom's got the flu. I don't know who else
I can ask at this short notice."
Lucy was very nice, and very pretty: winsome, with smiling blue eyes
and short blond hair. Julie had liked the feel of Lucy's hand around
hers, and couldn't help but be a little jealous of Lucy's date.
"It wouldn't really be like babysitting," Lucy had reasoned.
"Karen's eighteen, after all. I just get worried leaving her alone in
the house. Besides," she had smiled, giving Julie's hand a gentle
squeeze, "I think she'll really like you. I know I do."
"In that case, how can I refuse?" Julie had smiled back . . .
"Hi. Are you Julie?" A teenaged girl with long blond hair and blue
eyes stood in the open doorway.
She wore a soft cotton blouse, jeans and black socks, and had a
bright grin on her face.
"That's me," Julie smiled back. "You must be Karen."
"Yup. Come on in. Mom's already left," Karen explained, closing the
door behind them. As they walked into the living room, another girl
with somewhat darker, shoulder length hair, dressed in a sweatshirt,
shorts and white socks, walked in from the kitchen.
"This is my friend Keri," Karen said.
"Hi, Keri."
"Hi," Keri smiled shyly.
Julie raised one eyebrow. "So I'm babysitting the both of you, is
that it?"
Karen rolled her eyes, still grinning. "We're not that bad."
Julie laughed out loud. "It's no problem."
"Cool," Keri smiled more broadly. "I just nuked some popcorn, if you
guys want some."
The three settled down in the living room with popcorn and soft
drinks, Julie on the sofa, Keri in a big leather recliner, and Karen
on the carpeted floor on her stomach, turning on the television set
and flipping through channels with the remote. At one point Karen
set down the remote to grab a fistful of popcorn, and a scene from
an old film appeared on the screen. In it, an escape artist was
hanging upside down in a tank full of water, endeavoring to free
himself from the confines of a straight jacket.
Keri began to giggle. "Hey, Kar, you remember when we tied Sharon up
last summer?"
Several kernels of popcorn sputtered through Karen's lips as she
laughed. "Yeah. She couldn't get loose. She started to really get
scared, even though she was laughing."
Julie grinned. "You know, when I was little, and we played cowboys
and Indians, I was always the white settler woman who got caught by
the Indians. The other kids would tie me up, but I always got
loose."
Karen looked back at Julie with her head propped up on one hand.
"Really?
"Yup. Always managed to wriggle out."
"I'll bet Keri and I could tie you up so you couldn't get loose."
Julie smirked. "I don't think so."
Karen sat up. "Wanna bet?"
"Oh, please," Julie rolled her eyes.
Keri spoke up now. "Dare you. Double dare you."
Julie had long ago recognized that not once in her life had she been
able to resist a dare, and it was quickly becoming evident to her
that this time was not going to be an exception. She thought for a
moment.
"What are you going to tie me up with?"
The two teenagers looked at each other.
"If it's rope, forget it," Julie said firmly. "Rope burns."
"Don't you have some old stockings we can use, Kar?" Keri asked.
Karen turned the television set off and stood up. "Good idea." She
ran off to her bedroom and came back with two pairs. As Julie sat
forward on the sofa with her wrists together, Karen took one
stocking and wrapped it tightly around Julie's wrists, ending up by
tying what she thought was her best knot.
Julie wriggled her arms around and around and back and forth for
several minutes and managed to free herself.
"Hey!" Karen exclaimed, disappointed.
"Let me try." Keri said. She took the stocking from Julie, who,
smirking knowingly, again offered her wrists for bondage. Keri
looped the nylon around and between Julie's wrists, finished with a
knot and stepped back.
It took Julie several minutes longer, but just as a satisfied grin
began to form on Keri's face, Julie again freed herself.
"See? That was too easy."
"Okay," Keri said. "We'll try it one more time. But this time, you
sit in the recliner, okay Julie?"
"Sure," Julie smiled, stepping over to the recliner and sinking into
it, "but it won't make a difference."
"We'll see," Keri said, stepping behind the back of the recliner.
"Gimme your hands."
Julie raised her hands over her head, and Keri pulled them back
behind Julies head, again wrapping the stocking tightly around
Julie's wrists. As she did this, she looked at her friend and nodded
at Julie's legs. Karen caught on immediately and grabbed another
stocking.
As Karen approached Julie, Keri pulled Julie's arms toward her,
yanking Julie back. Julie's weight against the back of the recliner
forced it to open up, and the footrest brought her legs up.
"Hey!" Julie started.
"Relax," Karen said, winding a stocking around her bare ankles.
"We're just making you
comfortable."
"Now wait a minute," Julie protested, "you guys are going too far."
She tried to lift herself up, but Keri had already stretched the
nylon down and was tying the end to the rear base of the recliner,
pinning back Julie's bare biceps on either side of her head. Karen
quickly bound Julies ankles together, brought the loose end of the
stocking down beneath the footrest and, stretching the nylon tautly,
fastened it to the connecting rods.
When both girls were done they stepped back to admire their
handiwork. Julie was indeed struggling against her bonds, yanking at
her wrists and wiggling her feet. She tried this for several minutes
before finally realizing that she wasn't going anywhere.
"See?" Keri grinned.
"Told you we could do it," Karen agreed.
Julie relaxed. "Okay, okay, you win. I can't get loose. You can let
me go, now."
Karen laughed out loud. "No way!"
"C'mon," Julie said.
Karen looked Julie over and noticed that Julie's flats had slipped
off her heels and were dangling on her toes from her constant
wriggling. She reached down, placed her index finger behind the heel
of Julie's left shoe and flicked her finger up quickly, sending the
shoe flying off of Julies bare foot.
"Hey!" Julie cried.
"Oops," Karen giggled. "You lost your shoe." She reached down again
and flicked off Julie's other shoe.
"Hey!" Julie cried again. "Give me back my shoes!"
Karen nudged her friend with her elbow and winked. Keri grinned
back, and the two knelt on the floor on either side of the footrest.
Karen studied Julie's bare soles. The balls and heels of her feet
were flushed pink, and the skin on her arches and beneath her toes
was pale. There was no musky odor, but rather the very slight
fragrance of perfumed soap.
"C'mon, guys, let me go," Julie whined.
"Know what I read someplace, Julie?" Karen asked.
"What?"
"I read that in the Pacific islands, when the tribes went to war
with each other, they would torture their prisoners. The men would
torture the male prisoners, and the women would torture the female
prisoners . . . "
"Karen," Julie warned nervously, "this isn't funny any more. Let me
go."
"And the men used all kinds of nasty tortures on the male prisoners,
like burning them with hot coals, or burying them up to their necks
on the beach and waiting for the tide to come in. But you know how
the women tortured their female captives?"
"Karen, please . . . "
"I'll tell you how. They tickled their feet."
Julie's eyes widened. "Karen, no! Please!"
In unison, each girl brought one hand toward each of Julie's bare
feet and began to gently caress the soles, gliding their fingers
very lightly up and down, up and down. Julie bucked, yanking
frantically at the nylons binding her wrists and ankles. She wasn't
giggling yet, but she clamped her eyes shut, shaking her head from
side to side, burying her face into her stretched biceps, trying
with all the will power she could muster to cope with the terrible
tickling sensations on the soles of her feet.
"Stop! Stop it! It tickles!"
The two girls kept tickling while Karen went on with her history
lesson.
"Yup, they would just tickle their feet, very slowly and very
lightly, just like this, all over . . . "
Karen slowly glided her fingertips across Julie's right sole, around
the outer edge of her foot, and began to gently stroke the top of
her foot, from the tops of the toes to the ankle, while Keri
continued to softly caress Julie's left sole with the soft pads of
her fingertips, up and down, up and down. A smile finally grew on
Julie's face.
"Tee-hee-hee-hee-hee. Stop it. Hee-hee-hee-hee-hee. It tickles."
No matter how much Julie wiggled her feet, Keri kept stroking up and
down Julie's left sole, never changing her technique, always lightly
running the five fingertips of her left hand from the ball of the
foot just below the toes, slowly down the sole, along the arch and
edge of the foot, down to the soft heel, and then slowly back up
again, gently, almost lovingly, as if Julie's bare sole craved
Keri's soft touch. Karen ran the fingertips of her right hand up and
down the top of Julie's right foot several more times before gliding
them up over the tips of the toes and back down to the sole,
stopping just at the top of the arch. She then began to wiggle her
fingertips there, slowly, lightly teasing the skin.
Julie began to laugh out loud now. "Sto-hah-hah-hah-hahp!
Plea-hee-hee-hee-hee-hee-heese!"
Karen continued her oration while she and Keri tickled and tickled.
"Could you imagine being one of those women being tortured, Julie?
Two women, or maybe even three or four, tickling and tickling all
over your bare feet?"
With that, Karen brought her left hand up and began to lightly
wiggle her fingertips along the skin on the top of Julie's right
foot while the fingertips of her right hand wiggled just as slowly
and lightly and fiendishly along Julie's right sole.
"And they would never stop, Julie," Karen said. "If the women
tickling you got tired or bored, there were always more to take
their places. They would just tickle and tickle your feet."
Keri followed suit, tickling with both hands, flicking all of her
fingertips just a bit more quickly, but just as lightly and
teasingly, on every bit of skin, all over the sole and top of
Julie's left foot. Julie was in hysterics now, guffawing and
thrashing as wildly as her bonds would allow, pleading and begging
the girls to stop tickling her feet between insane shrieks of
laughter.
"Hah-hah-hah-hah-hah! Sto-hah-hah-hah-hah-hahp! It
ti-hi-hi-hi-hicles! You're tickling my
fe-hee-hee-hee-heet!"
The two girls were merciless in their torturing of Julie's bare
feet. The lightness of their touch never wavered. Both girls had
very short nails, and they never scratched, never allowed their
fingertips to do any more than flick teasingly on the skin. They
were oblivious to Julie's screams of laughter, and hardly more than
a grin appeared on their faces. They were immersed, totally
fascinated with the sensations they knew their fingertips were
producing on the skin of Julie's feet. They tickled and tickled.
Ultimately, all Julie could do was laugh and laugh. Her mind could
not even form the words she needed to plead for mercy. All that
existed in her universe was helpless laughter and the awful constant
tickling from the ten dancing fingertips that felt like ants
crawling all over her bare feet. Just as Julie thought she was about
to lose her mind and consciousness seemed to begin to cloud over,
the tickling stopped abruptly.
Julie's laughter ceased just as suddenly, and as she fought to
regain her breath, she opened her eyes and saw what had interrupted
her torment.
Three women had entered the living room. One of them was Lucy, who
was closing the door behind them. The others were an Italian-looking
girl with curly, shoulder-length brown hair and a Mexican with an
ebony pony tail ending at the middle of her back. All three were
dressed to kill, with very high, very clinging evening dresses,
sheer stockings and heels. They stood there, taking in the sight of
the two teenaged girls kneeling at the bare feet of a bound and
helpless Julie.
"Looks like we missed the real party, ladies," the Mexican girl
smirked.
Lucy placed her hands on her hips and looked sternly at Karen.
"What's going on?"
"We were just tickling Julie's feet, Mom," Karen said as innocently
as she could.
"Lucy, untie me, please!" Julie cried out. "They were driving me
crazy!"
"Karen," Lucy said calmly, "go up to your room. We'll talk later."
"Yes, Mom," Karen sulked. She rose and headed toward the stairs.
The Italian-looking girl shot a withering stare at Keri. "That means
you too, Keri."
"Yes, Mom." Keri rose and followed Karen up the stairs.
When they heard Karen's bedroom door shut, the three women walked
over to Julie. Lucy knelt at Julie's right side, Keri's mother at
her left, and the Mexican at her feet.
Lucy stroked Julie's damp forehead. "Oh, Sweety. I'm sorry, hon."
"It's okay." Julie enjoyed Lucy's touch for a moment. "Can you untie
me, now?"
Keri's mother also reached over to stroke Julie's hair. "I hope
you'll understand that the girls didn't mean any harm," she said
sweetly. She leaned over and softly kissed Julie on the cheek.
"This is Monica, Julie, that special someone I told you about," Lucy
told her. "Are you sure you're okay?" Lucy then also began to plant
soft kisses on Julie's forehead and right cheek.
"No harm done." The thrill of having these two beautiful women
lavish such loving attention on her was almost enough to make her
forget the torment their daughters had just inflicted on her. "It's
just that they were so tickly, and I'm so ticklish."
The Mexican girl started to stroke the tops of Julie's feet
soothingly with the palm of her right hand.
"Poor thing. I'm Esperanza, Julie. Now that we're here, maybe we can
help you to feel better." With that, Esperanza lowered her lips to
Julie's toes and softly kissed the tip of each toe one by one.
"Poor thing," Lucy cooed over and over again, caressing Julie's brow
and kissing her cheek.
"Yes, poor baby," Monica whispered, letting her kisses stray from
Julie's left cheek to the underside of her left biceps, kissing
softly up to the elbow and back down to the biceps, sending chills
through Julie's spine.
The tender kisses that these three women were planting on her cheeks
and arms and toes were sending electric pleasure throughout Julie's
body, impulses that seemed to culminate between her bound legs. She
could feel herself moistening, feel her clit beginning to swell. She
moaned.
Lucy brought her face away from Julie's and began to run the tip of
her right index finger's long nail along the underside of Julie's
right biceps. She smiled sweetly.
"You know, I've noticed the way you've been stealing looks at me
this semester. I like it. And I like you. You're so sweet. I love
your smile. And I love your laugh. You really sounded so cute when
we walked in and the girls were still tickling your feet." Having
said that, Lucy lowered her mouth to Julie's smooth, shaven right
armpit and, with the tip of her tongue, licked at it once, very
slowly.
Julie giggled abruptly. "Hee-hee-hee-hee-hee! No, not that!"
Monica grinned wickedly and brought her own mouth to Julie's left
armpit, interspersing soft kisses with light, quick flicks of the
tip of her tongue.
"No-ho-ho-ho-ho! Plea-hee-hee-hee-heese!" Julie laughed out loud.
"Well," Esperanza spoke up, "I guess I get these tasty feet." With
the flat of her tongue, Esperanza licked once, slowly and steadily,
from Julie's left heel up to her toes.
She went to Julie's right foot and licked once in just the same way,
from heel to toes. Back to the left sole for one lick, then back to
the right sole for another lick, over and over, while Lucy and
Monica licked and licked Julie's bare armpits. Upward licks, over
and over again. Like kittens lapping up milk.
Julie was in hysterics for the second time tonight, but this time
the torturous tickling was compounded with Lucy's constant
whisperings of, "Poor thing. Sweet, sweet thing," between licks at
Julie's right armpit. Julie also felt her crotch getting wetter and
wetter.
Julie's squeals of laughter suddenly heightened in pitch, and Lucy
and Monica stopped licking to see that Esperanza was now using her
long fingernails, quickly fluttering the tips up and down Julie's
sensitive bare soles.
Monica returned to attack Julie's left armpit, using her own long
fingernails in light, downward scratches. Lucy reached down with her
right hand and tickled all over Julie's ribs and stomach.
"Aw," Lucy teased, "Poor Julie's ticklish. Tickle, tickle, tickle."
"Hah, hah, hah, hah!" Julie screamed. "Ple-hee-hee- heese! No more!"
Lucy showed no mercy, though, and as Monica scratched lightly at
Julie's left armpit and Esperanza continued to tickle and tickle all
over Julie's bare feet with her long fingernails, Lucy propped
herself up, placed her hands on either side of Julie's rib cage and
tickled.
"Kootchie, kootchie, koo. Tickle tickle, tickle." She dug her
fingertips into Julie's ribs all over, up and down, over and over
again, tickling and tickling with the same fervor her daughter had
displayed when she had tickled and tickled Julie's bare foot.
Lucy tickled Julie's tummy, went back to her ribs, back down to her
tummy, and then quickly
reached down, grabbed the hem of Julie's floral dress and pulled it
up above her waist. She reached up beneath the dress and found
Julie's breasts. Julie was wearing a satin bra, and Lucy tweaked at
the nipples, lightly scratching at the tips of the nipples through
the fabric with the tips of the nails on her index fingers.
"Tickle, tickle, tickle. Tickle, tickle, tickle."
Julie was frantic. Her deep guffaws were quickly interspersed with
high-pitched squeals of laughter.
Monica savagely tickled both armpits, Lucy tickled her nipples and
her ribs, Esperanza tickled and tickled her bare feet, and the
entire time her crotch was getting wetter and wetter, and her clit
was tingling, almost burning, getting more and more swollen.
Lucy sensed this and withdrew her hands from Julie's nipples and
ribs. She reached down, placed the palm of her right hand on the
crotch of Julie's satin panties. When she felt the tip of Julie's
swollen button beneath the fabric, she wiggled the tip of her middle
finger over it very quickly. "Julie's ticklish here, too," Lucy
cooed. "Julie's a very ticklish girl. Tickle, tickle, Julie. Tickle,
tickle, tickle."
Monica now had gone back to licking Julie's left armpit, up and up,
over and over, while she
squeezed and fondled Julie's breasts. Esperanza was endeavoring to
cover every square inch of bare skin on Julie's feet with her
tongue.
Lucy continued to tickle the tip of Julie's clit through the fabric
of her panties. It was too much. The tidal wave of sensation
overwhelmed Julie. The tickling of her clit had become unbearable.
Her laughter stopped for a moment. He breath caught in her throat.
Lucy said the word "tickle" one last time, and Julie grunted so hard
that she thought her throat wouldn't bear the strain. There was an
explosion of release within her, and then another, and then a third
and a fourth. Her grunts softened, turned to moans, and she realized
that the tickling had stopped.
"That was so cool," Esperanza said and began to undo the stocking
that held Julie's ankles.
Monica rose, stepped behind the recliner, undid Keri's handiwork and
then looked at her watch. "Christ," she said, "look at the time.
I've got to work tomorrow."
"Same here," Esperanza said. She got up and planted a soft kiss on
Julie's lips. "Nice meeting you, Julie. Hope we can do this again
soon."
Julie could only nod.
"Me, too," said Monica. She leaned down, kissed Julie on the lips
and turned to Lucy, who was still kneeling at Julie's right side.
"Keep my brat until tomorrow, okay? And don't be too hard on Karen."
"Well, it was no way for her to treat the baby-sitter, but on the
other hand," she reached over to take Julie's right hand, "I think
it worked out for the best. Right, Julie?"
Julie smirked, still exhausted. "Just wait until it's your turn."
Lucy laughed. "Oh yeah? I double dare you."
At that, Julie grinned, because not once in her life had she been
able to resist a dare.
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